Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.